Poem/Create In my new verse He has released his eyebrows Your observer is stealing me In the scattered rays

create

in my new verse
he has released his eyebrows
your observer is stealing me
in the scattered rays
the words
tiring are getting rid of
new range of black range
white leaf scabies
two and one are one and two
again the black range is back to the new range
feeling delicious i can talk about idle talk
in flowers and baked goods
again the new range of that black string.

sh.k.